If there was a place on this planet that truly gets me to the core, it would be Nantucket. I know, that's a big statement, but there is truly no other place that makes me feel the way Nantucket makes me feel. The moment I round Brant Point, I always feel so incredibly grateful. And I suppose I'm thankful to this magical island for giving me that gift. The gift of being truly present. Of appreciating every cobblestone, every sunset, every single shingle. On Nantucket, my brain is there and nowhere else - and that's something I always pay attention to.
This little corner of the world, known as Watch Hill, Rhode Island, holds the most special place in my heart. If it wasn't for this tiny little part of the tiniest state in the country, a little girl from Tennessee would never have met her New England match. It's because of this tiny little place I met Andrew. It's where we had our first date, it's where we got married. It's where we'll go for the rest of our life to have endless "remember when" conversations. It's beyond special to us.
Little Compton might be my favorite little corner of Rhode Island. I don't like to mention it much, because I'm afraid the secret will get out - but it's really just so special. Mainly because it's so untouched by tourism, and time really does seem to stand still. Drives through Little Compton include miles and miles of stone walls crashing into the sea (that's a little dramatic, but it's kind of true), farms, beautiful homes covered in weathered shingles, quaint little town centers and that old school New England charm that truly makes my heart sing.
Over Memorial Day Weekend, we had the pleasure of changing things up a bit and heading north for the long weekend thanks to the Atlantic Canada Agreement on Tourism (ACAT). For the longest time, we've been dying to get up to this beautiful corner of the world, and we jumped at the chance to see if for ourselves.